Page 2 of Boo-ty Calls

Two

Archer

Staring out the windshield at the rush-hour traffic, I lean back on the headrest and drum my fingers on the steering wheel.

At least the music is good, because the smell of diesel and hot pavement makes me want to hurl.

Work was one problem after another today. Each time I got one employee set to go and going, another had an issue.

I don’t know what it is about a Friday that makes all the crazies call in about their cell phone problems. Losing my tie, I inch the Jetta forward a bit and wonder what the holdup is tonight. Friday-night traffic is one thing, but this is another.

Checking my phone, I scroll through social media while flicking my gaze to the road, and see there was an accident earlier. Fuck. I shoot Sloane a message telling her I’ll be home later than normal.

Daydreaming about tonight and this weekend has me wiggling in this seat. I love serving Sloane, but knowing in a few brief hours I’ll be under her and allowed to get off gives me a semi.

We’ve been together for years, and after a slow start sexually, we developed into what we are now. I’ve had past relationships where the girl was into my kinks at first, but then tired of them, which made me apprehensive of telling Sloane until much later in our relationship.

I make sure to return the power back to her. It’s been a helpful tool in reclaiming herself. She’d been with dick-bags in the past who hurt her under the guise of BDSM, and we’ve spent time unpacking the trauma it caused her.

Sloane is a dark emo goddess in a world where everything is fucking shit. She gives me something to look forward to every time we’re together.

Moving forward, I see there are at least five kilometers until I can take a side road out of this traffic hell. It’ll take longer to get home, but being stuck in this mess is making me tense.

Since the moment we met, I knew I’d do anything for her. Sometimes she needs me to take control of our daily life, which I do without hesitation because she gives so freely in everything else. Praise and humiliation, she gives me what I crave.

Handing over power to her lets me turn off my mind and provides her the creativity to make whatever she wants come to life. I serve her in other ways, and always make sure she feels safe and satisfied.

I was instantly captivated by her mind and fell hard after months of talking and meeting. It was as if puzzle pieces clicked together, and I knew she’d be my forever.

The more time we fell into the lifestyle, the more we picked up on what we do and don’t like. This morning, I bought a new cock sleeve to use tonight, and I’m excited to show her the dragon-like shape.

She reads more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life, and while it’s part of her job, I know she has a soft spot for krakens and dragons.

Pulling off the highway, I make it to the side street and stop by our favourite restaurant. Ordering our favourites, I head home. I promised a better dinner than this, but it’ll have to do.

I’ve been putting thought into what I should do for our anniversary. Fifteen years is a long time together, and she deserves something fucking epic.

Parking behind her Accord, I grab the dinner and bags from this morning before heading into our simple two-bedroom brick house.

“Honey, I’m home.”

Sloane meets me in the hallway and rolls her eyes hard. She hates it, but we’ve done it for years, and I’ll never stop.

“You smell like you’ve sat in the car for seventy years. Go shower, and I’ll plate this.” She tries to take the bags from me, but I grip the red plastic one tighter and raise an eyebrow.

Jerking away from her grasp, I lean into her neck and blow a raspberry. “It was seventy-five, actually.”

“Whatcha hiding?” she asks.

“You’ll see.” I laugh and walk down the hall to the shower.

After I’ve done the dishes and folded the load of laundry, I stroll into the living room, but Sloane isn’t lying on the couch anymore. I head to the bedroom and lean against the door frame.

Her pink hair is pulled into braided pigtails, and the black highlights give it a swirled effect. Black fishnets adorn her legs to her thighs, where a cut-up dark skirt covers her perfectly rounded ass, and a crop top strains under her full tits.

“You’re watching again,” she says without looking toward the door.

“It’s tough not to. Fuck, you look good.” My gaze follows her around the space as she works through our toy box.

“Duh, like it’s hard.”

I grin and purse my lips. Taking a step into the room, it’s different from what she normally does and my dick throbs in my tight black boxers. “Very.”

Sloane shakes her head and pulls on the restraints at the corners of the bed before pulling out a couple of her favourite toys. Setting the box on the ground, she turns and stares at me.

“This is different.” I’m not usually tied to the bed. Most of our scenes include me worshipping her with every tool I can find.

She rolls her eyes and tilts her head. I can’t explain it, but it makes her that much hotter. Her annoyance makes me want her more than I already do.

“Come on, big boy, get on the bed.” She crosses her arms and stares at me.

I hurry over and lie down, adjusting my wrist in the leather cuff as she does my ankles. Sloane then clasps my other arm and bites her lip before shimmying out of her skirt to grant me the sight of her curvy bottom half.

“What do you have planned for me?”

“Continue to bore me with your questions, and I’ll get the ball gag. We know how much you love to have things in your mouth.” Sloane grins wickedly and turns toward the dresser to retrieve the magic wand.

Her thick thighs climb onto the bed, and she sets the toy down before hovering over me. Trailing her nails over my chest, tantalizingly slow, I do my best to stay still.

It’s like flicks of pleasure every second rippling through me. Her tits are barely contained in the crop top and her thong is soaked through, making it transparent.

“Goddess, you deserve to have pleasure first.”

Sloane slips between my legs, and I grit my teeth as she lowers my boxers. My cock lies against my lower stomach and throbs.

Glaring at me, she says nothing and continues teasing me with her touch. “It’s so cute,” she whispers.

Sloane leans back against the end of the bed and spreads her legs. Without taking off the wet panties, she turns on the wand. The room fills with the loud noise and her moans.

I watch as she arches against the vibrations and without stroking my dick, I’m already so close to reaching my peak. I buck against the tight restraints and groan, swallowing, trying to ignore the pleasure that courses through my nerves.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her. Tearing my gaze from her pretty pussy, I stare at the ground and think about anything other than what’s happening right now. Cool air brushes against my skin from the fan in the corner.

“You’re going to be. It’s not time for you to cum yet. How dare you?”

Sloane moves up the bed and turns off the wand. She grasps my dick. I can’t control the jerk of my hips. Pressure circles the head of my shaft, and as she continues squeezing, the edge of orgasm slips away.

Relaxing slightly, I look at her, and she’s biting her lip before grinning. Bouncing off the bed, she grabs a cock ring and slips it over the base of my dick and pulls off her thong.

Straddling my torso, her wet heat against my skin drives me crazy, but I’m not on the edge anymore.

Sloane leans closer to my face, running her thumb over my bottom lip, and she dips her head to kiss me. I’m excited about this and wrestle with her tongue for a few seconds before she draws away.

Her hand circles my neck, and pressure pulls me back to the present from my haze of pleasure. With her other hand, she strokes my hair, and all I can do is whimper.

“It’s okay. Remember who’s in control.” She stares into my eyes, the blue of hers darkening as she lets me go and straddles my head.

Buzzing fills the air as she brings the wand to her clit. She’s pulsating above me and I open my mouth, waiting for her offering. Her moans crash against my ears, and as much as I want to taste her, I wait until she screams out and fills my mouth with her squirt.

Swallowing, I watch as she continues. Sloane sits back on my chest and spreads herself open for me, covering me in her come as she rides out the waves of more pleasure.

Abruptly, she turns off the wand and falls forward against the headboard. Round tits hang above my head, and I bite my lip against my need.

“Good boy, I’m so proud of you for behaving.” She pats my head and untangles herself from me before walking over to the red bag I got this morning.

Undoing me from the restraints, she hands me the cock sleeve, and I put it on over my dick. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she pulls it over her head and gets on all fours on the bed.

“Show me how dragons fuck, be a good boy and make me cum.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

I’m quick to settle behind her and lower my head to lick her arousal. Probably will pay for it later, but it’ll be worth every punishment. I’d drown in her juices if she allowed me to.

Sloane’s moans surround us, and I slip two fingers into her before sucking harder on her clit.

“Fuck, you’re being so bad,” she says breathlessly as she thrusts back against my digits.

As she comes undone, I lick her clean before lining the cock extender up with her pussy. It's hot pink and makes my dick thicker than I could ever provide.